I run because I have yet to DIE at any of these events. I may FEEL like I'm going to die... but I haven't. That's when I know I'm just listening to the old me. I have yet to control that inner voice... but I'm getting better. It's been a long time since I've been that immobilized. Tonight's race proved I'll be fine!!!

I've never been a "party girl." Tonight, my "party" was running a 5K at midnight with James Speer & quite a few Toledo Roadrunners. We ran in the pitch black darkness with flashlights, headlamps or other glowing/reflective items. We called out a warning to each other when approaching the black ice on the trail & we saw fireworks at midnight. Everyone was yelling, "Happy New Year" to each other or just whooping & cheering. Jim pushed a slightly faster pace, tonight. I could hear his breathing a bit more than usual. I made him nervous as I ran left than right of him (after we turned corners, etc). I was "told" to stay to his right. 😜 Okey- dokey... He ran this race faster 2 years ago- before he got sick... (Strange that we break down time to "pre-sickness" & "post-sickness.") Jim has his eye on who he wants to pass, eventually. We talked about how thin his legs were when he was sick. In April 2016, at his lightest weight of 127, you could see every contour of every one of his bones. His legs were emaciated & his skin literally hung on him. He didn't even want to look in the mirror. It was a very scary time. Now, at whatever the pace, he's healthy enough to participate, again. And-- I hear that competitive talk starting to rumble... I couldn't be more pleased. 💕

I have a shortie 5K with Jim, tonight, & I'm anxious. I didn't do my long run, today. I was going to go solo but "couldn't", emotionally. My left Achilles is just a bit angry & I'm probably overly freaking out in my own mind. I did leg & calf work, yesterday at the gym & probably just "over did" it. I took ibuprofen & caught up on accounting & some other projects at home. The thought of being out, late, tonight, & doing another 5K race, tomorrow-- a RACE since I'm going solo- is making my stomach flop!!! Some stuff never changes...

Swimming: yep, I went. We started with with a board & kicking. Tiring but I did it. She reminded me to relax. I was kicking too much & too "tight". I needed to "relax" between each kick. I was also focused too much on kicking "up" instead of kicking "down". -Noted- 

As I've said many times, I have to think about relaxing in the water. We quickly moved back to free style. I had to do my mental checklist: hands straight out in front of me, thumbs in, thumbs down... blah, blah, blah... On my last lesson she noted that I was releasing my breath in "bursts". Teacher: "Why are you doing that? I just tried it. It's hard & I don't like it... at all..." Me: (Not even realizing I was doing it) "I don't know." -At this lesson, I did the same thing. She addressed it, again. "Why don't you breathe out of your mouth, too?" Me: (comparing everything to running & picturing my mouth slightly open while running-- always) "What?!" (I was wondering how I would keep the water from getting into my mouth.) Teacher: "You exhale. Blow bubbles- like this." She proceeds to show me how it looks when she exhales just through her nose & then through mouth & nose. --I was dumbfounded. Only a newbie WOULDN'T know that! **Newbie = ME** As I put this new revelation into the rotation of OTHER revelations to remember while swimming, I had a revelation. I couldn't get far in my (one) lap because I was still exhaling when I turned to my side for air. This meant I was only getting a PARTIAL breath & a panicked feeling when my face was BACK in the water. I felt like I couldn't breathe! As I tried exhaling through my mouth in the water, I was free to get an easy-full- breath when I turned to my side. I went farther & didn't feel panicked "during". I also "slowed" during my strokes & kicking since I didn't feel like I was DROWNING! It WAS a revelation; but, I reverted, quickly. She asked why. "Can we please remember that I JUST learned this new technique 10 minutes ago?" We both laughed. My teacher also addressed treading water. We discussed kicks, relaxed muscles vs tight muscles in the water & how they affect buoyancy. My natural buoyancy level is at my forehead. It appears that I will need to learn how to tread water! Ugh! Let me get a little more relaxed before this wallflower moves away from the pool wall! When I was done with my lesson, I called Jim. I told him about my new found nugget of swimming gold. It was NOT a new concept to him. I told Jillian when I got home. She laughed. It wasn't a new concept to the child I put in swim lessons at four years old, either. --Well, it was to ME. 

I'm sharing this information because ONE: my teacher is awesome & picks up on things I can't even explain WHY I'm doing. She said anxiety causes people to hold on to an air reserve. It's natural. It's why when people learn the pressure is "off", they sigh & exhale. In essence, I was doing the same in swimming. I was releasing my breath in spurts, trying to hold on to a reserve. How did she SEE that?! She saw it because she's AMAZING, is attentive and cares! She addresses my form but also gives me ANSWERS that appeal to my over thinking brain. ;)

The other reason I am so frank with my training is because I WAS a closet runner... & initially a (trying) closet swimmer. I find by sharing information, fellow wallflowers approach me & tell me their stories. They're secretly wanting to do the same thing. Seeing someone else FRANKLY start a new endeavor reminds us that it's not that far out of reach. It's not impossible. If people see there is a struggle- but advancement-- & I didn't die-- they are emboldened to try too. My red, sputtering, running face or soggy swim-hair is an "OK" to have a red face, too. It's OK not knowing the answer & learning as you go. It IS a very vulnerable feeling- learning something new. Seeing someone ahead of you & knowing what to expect is half of the fear "removed." A chuckle along the way is good, too. The reward when you conquer fear is pretty liberating!


After my swim lesson, I did errands & got a few things done at home. My work schedule has changed so that I have Tuesday evenings off from work. Marathon in Training starts next week & last night was a meet & greet. We assembled at The Maumee Indoor theatre. There were coaches & members. We heard about the program, the directors, the track work outs, the long run logistics. We discussed races, met each pace team, received gear & filled out questionnaires. I asked Jim to come with me. He did. I was planning on quietly observing when I saw one of my daughter's previous teachers. She waved across the theatre. I "quietly" waved back in a way that probably seemed "cold". I was being a wallflower, again. At the end of the meeting, I looked up enough to see another teacher! (They were both sitting in the row in front of us. Jim pointed them out-- duh!) We talked about our own goals & what we want from the program. These teachers are also newbies to the program, like me. They are younger than me... but we're all "in the same boat." 

I have NO IDEA if my running goal is too grandiose. I don't think it is. I'm serious, this year. I don't think my swimming is out of reach, anymore, either. I don't foresee I'll be ready for any Tri, anytime soon-- but I'm more confident in the possibilities than ever before. I'm putting money into these goals, this year; &, I want results. The results will come OUT depending on how much I put IN to it. I'm ready...

Words cannot express how amazed I am at Jim's abilities. He is far beyond my abilities when I was doing the same mileage. His mechanics are better than my own. His recovery appears faster. I am sure it is because he is a more well rounded athlete. He makes sure he does his weightlifting- which strengthens his legs & hips for running & gives a balance to his upper body strength, as well.

I was a bit worried about his Spring goal. He hasn't signed up for his Spring 1/2 marathon "officially", yet. He won a free race registration that he must use by January 31st. I told him we could train until then & then he could decide. He had been staying at 5-6 miles for his long run & I worried that at this rate he wouldn't have enough distance during his long runs to do a 1/2 marathon, comfortably, on race day. --WELL-- he proved me wrong, yesterday. He did 8 miles!

If there is one thing that I can't stress enough- that is a BIG piece of the puzzle: NUTRITION. (I WISH I was better at it, daily!)  Before a long run & during a long run, I've finally dialed in to what works for me. I was hoping it would work for Jim, as well. I got up, Sunday (Christmas) & got ready for a long run, expecting to go solo. My preparations in the kitchen woke Jim up & he came out. "Watcha' doing?" he asked. "Getting ready for a long run," was my answer. "Then I'll go, too."

I talked to him about oatmeal & walnuts. I prepared my Tailwind drink for the run. I fully expected him to run 5 or 6 miles with me. We started with Lucy & his plan was for 6. We planned a route & I told him upon our return, I would give him Lucy & I'd do another 4 before coming home. As we approached 3 miles, I was ready to turn around. "Let's go to the stop sign," Jim said. (Hmmmm... that would be closer to 3.5 which would give him 7, today.) We made it to the stop sign & Jim said, "Keep going. I want to get to 4." "You know that will give you 8?" (I find simple math difficult sometimes when running. Maybe he was having the same difficulty figuring out he was going way over his previous 6 miler.) "I know I say I don't like to change the plan... but I'm feeling good." -I reminded him it was the oatmeal. Me: "Next time add walnuts & you'll be Superman." I made sure he had a chance at Tailwind Nutrition at every mile. He drank approximately every other mile but never "bonked" & easily did 8. I made sure not to push the pace & just stayed with him. I was both shocked & elated. I have no doubt he will hit at least 12 miles before his Spring race, now!

At this point, I start my own training with the Dave's Marathon in Training group at the beginning of January. (I'm getting butterflies NOW, just typing this...) I have my own pace to improve as well as my own Spring race to focus on...

I was (mentally) sick on Friday. It was my parents' anniversary & I haven't spoken to them in over a year. I felt hypocritical calling them out of the clear blue sky after so long with no communication. The thought of my mother harping on me for not calling in so long & demeaning how I raise our girls made me implode. -I just couldn't do it. I couldn't run. I couldn't do much but do some stuff around the house to stay busy. As I heard my mom's voice from the past (on my wedding day) saying, "S-A-R-A-H... you'd better NOT mess this up..." (Hmmmm... thanks? And, if it does fail... what makes you think it will be MY fault?!) I heard her other comments from the past & they resonate more now that I have daughters. Our beautiful girls that need to be reminded they are beautiful & told they can become anything they work hard enough for... They are not "less" than boys... --Enough said. I was pretty broken in spirit. I took the day off. As I scrolled through Facebook, I saw an advertisement for a trail race out West. The views were beautiful & I reflected how much running has allowed me to put away many of those old feelings. Some people & relationships will never change. Running helps you focus on good things. It reminds you of all there is in life to be grateful for... As I run miles with Jim, now, we look forward to some of these trail races in the mountains or near the ocean. They are a new chapter in our life. Maybe, eventually our girls will join us. THAT would be AMAZZZZZZING!!!

I have MUCH to be grateful for. You CAN break old habits, negative thinking & familial cycles. I am excited & nervous at new chapters opening... but that is the beauty of life. The safe rides are often boring. You can make the "ride" as exciting as you can tolerate... You can go it alone but the ride is more fun if you have family with you. :)

(Sledding with the girls, later in the day.) 

It's THAT time of year, again. People are resolving what they want to do differently. I've never been one to making a New Year's Resolution. If I decide to do something, it's a process- mini goals to reach a bigger goal. There is ONE thing to consider this time of year, however: deadlines. On January 01, 2017 the prices go up for our local Mercy Health Glass City Marathon, Owens Corning 1/2 Marathon, Yark 5-Person Relay, Medical Mutual Glass City 5K and the Findley Davie's Kid's races. Take advantage of the 2016 prices before prices go up.

 REGISTER, HERE

Our local running group gives back to local charities. Not only are you doing something good for yourself, you are doing good for the community... just sign up before you have to pay more than you need to... 

This morning I got a private message from a mom. She has been thinking about the marathon training group that I signed up for. She had questions. I shared what I knew... but since it's the first time I've ever done it, there were questions I couldn't answer. I have my own questions, so I invited her to the meet & greet.

This is why I share the "process." There are other people, like me, that have never done this stuff before. We're embarrassed to put ourselves "out there" thinking we're SO different or that others will make fun of us. We're uncomfortable at the idea that others will see our weaknesses or our inabilities. Guess what- they will! But on the flip side, they will also see your strengths... & my strengths. We're human- with BOTH weaknesses AND strengths. We focus on our weaknesses & it stops us from taking risks. We need to remember we also have STRENGTHS. These should be allowed to shine. -Training alone has gotten me "so far." I'm still a wallflower but I want to improve beyond what I can do by myself, now. I've made enough mistakes, alone, that I don't think I'll make a COMPLETE fool of myself. No doubt, I WILL still do stupid stuff... but that's my personal learning curve. I'm paying someone to teach me & I'm holding them to it. I'm ready to put forth the effort & I'm confident that it will happen. How "much" will happen? I have no clue. I don't know what "potential" I have. --So I write down & share my trepidations, my awkwardness, my inexperience, my goals & my sputtering red face... for the sake of calling more wallflowers.

Wallflowers unite! (Except quietly, in our own corners, just watching each other...) 😆 Kidding... I'm hoping others will see themselves in my complete "don't know what I'm doing" story... & it motivates them to try something new. I have to say, trying something new & getting better at it- REALLY empowers you to try something a bit more bold & out of your comfort zone. If sharing the raw story empowers you- great! I'm feeling like Star Trek- boldly going where no me has gone before! 🖖🏼 Join me, Wallflowers!

I did miles with a fellow Mercy Health Glass City Marathon Ambassador, this morning. She's faster than me but was nice about it. :) Miles through the snow gave us a good work out... then we opted for the less snowy bike trail. We did a faster pace than when I am running solo or with Jim, but it was not "uncomfortable". I am usually "awkward" running with anyone. This is partly because I've never grown up doing many group activities. I'm not used to the "back & forth" of common conversational etiquette. When I'm done with a run, I usually write about it & many feel I'm sharing confidential talk. "What happens on the trail stays on the trail," I was told afterwards. Ummm-- not really. What happens on the trail is a learning experience that I usually share... unless it really IS heartfelt, confidential talk- that is "private talk"- usually "therapy." That really is: "off the record." -Today was chit chat about ambassador-ship stuff, training, kids, family, group runs, races... We saw deer with snow around their muzzles as they ate snow-- watching us run by. I laughed as we were "the show." -It's the first time I've run with Lisa. She has a good heart. She loves her family & running. She didn't make fun of my ducky tracks in the snow against her straight, long stride foot steps- even after I pointed them out. We were planning on 6 miles. We did 6.42. This bugged her when we got back to the parking lot so she ran until she got an even 6 1/2 miles. I did not run. I recorded her, however. ;) Then it was a quick good bye as we hurried home to families. Whether she knows it or not, she gave me a boost (verbally foremost). I start my Marathon in Training group in a couple of weeks. I know NOTHING about track work outs which is why I signed up. I know training with Jim is good... but I need to train with people that are faster than me to push me. I wasn't ready to train with people- until now. She gave me a pep talk that I'd be "fine". Will we run again, together? Possibly. I usually don't ask people to run, with me... I'm an introvert at heart but am becoming more extroverted. I tell people that I am not a "social butterfly- flitting from conversation to conversation." Jim's step mom says I am "blossoming." (I HAVE called myself a late-bloomer.) Jim's step dad says I am turning into a social butterfly. ME: "Not really... maybe someday. Right now I'm a pupa." 😳😲😊😁😆😂 We'll see how far I come out of my shell after this group training. 🤗

Winter running-- I say I like it more than summer miles... but not really. I love it when it's done! My INKnBURN makes it a bright spot, I must admit. Seeing those bright happy flowers makes me happy when I'm shivering. My bright blue Newtons make me happy, too. Add some Tailwind nutrition- or I would "bonk" at mile 6-ish-- and my OrangeMud hydra quiver to free up my hands and you (I) have a recipe for success. Rock My Run (music) kept me distracted until my phone got so cold it shut off. Ugh! Silence... I missed my last photo of my Yaktrax "footprint". I was going to write: "This is how I write 'I-WUZ-HERE' ;) Leaving my mark on the world." --Not "glamorous" but 10 miles done. 6 more miles with a local running Momma, tomorrow. Photos to come. :)

It is Wednesday. I am 48 years old, today. 48?! Why does that not bother me? --I'm okay with it. I'm doing stuff I never could when I was 14... or 18. My belly is flabby. I could change that if I put my mind to it. I'm enjoying family life & not fretting about it, too much.

Jillian graduates this year. 30 years after my own high school graduation. I'm helping with college scholarship applications. I'm helping Hannah sign up for college credit plus classes. I'm helping to promote the Mercy Health Glass City Marathon as well as plan for participating in the Chicago marathon, this next year. I'm considering some other races as well as just "regular training" with a new marathon in training group. --ME?--> training with PEOPLE? It's time...

I am an ambassador for INKnBURN as well as a coach for Ohio's National 4-H Shooting Team. We head to Grand Island Nebraska, this summer to compete with kids from around the U.S.

I need to look into a 25th anniversary trip for us this summer as well.

48? It doesn't bother me. There are too many good things happening right now.

I'm running Chicago!!!

I woke up, like every other day. We got our kids around & took them to school. A little bit of banking at the ATM before heading home to do office work. I had a desire to run but responsibilities were the only things on my mind. I checked emails & saw the above. "What?! I must have read that wrong." I read it again then ran down the hallway to tell Jim. I was beyond happy & shocked! I shared the news right away with Jillian & Hannah- texting them at school. I texted my sister & posted it on social media. Most were extremely supportive.   

"It sounds like it's a big deal," my mother-in-law commented. -There is a lottery to be accepted into Chicago. It's my first time running a marathon outside of Toledo & Detroit. It's also a "big deal" because it's so big (!!!) & a flat course. A lot of people use this race to qualify for Boston. I'm not saying I will qualify for Boston-- but that IS the dream of every runner. To think of two major bucket list races within a year are MIND BLOWING. I am not to "that" level, yet.

I DID, however, join my first marathon training group (before I knew about Chicago). We start in January. --I am nervously excited about that, too! I've been doing all of this running "stuff" for so long, solo. Now I have Jim logging miles with me, new races ahead & training friends. I'm not quite sure how to process it all!

I don't know how this year will transpire; but right now, races are filling in! I am SO happy to be getting into race mode, again. 😊 Currently, paces are slower with Jim; but I have NO doubt he will be picking up speed with time.

I spent a lot of today in the bathroom-- sick with nerves & excitement. TMI? --YES!-- Apologies, but I share the "process". Applying for the lottery-- skeptical... Getting the email-- shocked &... Sharing the news-- nervously excited... And, of course, I will share the training-- all the red-faced, tempo running practices. Be prepared for Too Much Information ;)

To be continued...

As many of you know, I'm an ambassador for our local race, the Mercy Health Glass City Marathon. I would like to think the reason I was chosen was because I speak so openly about training. I started running "late in life" & was too embarrassed to run with other people. Because of this disposition, I made EVERY mistake in "the book!" I endured MANY injuries and learned "the hard way." Through trial & error I finally figured out nutrition as well as what shoes & gear work well for me.  

Through Jim's illness, running kept me emotionally stable to make life & death decisions. People have rallied around his improvements. While Jim rebounds, exercise has been instrumental to recovery. -He refused a rehabilitation center when he left the hospital. He wanted to rest at HOME & knew enough about exercise to take matters into his own hands. In addition to strength training, Jim added running. 

Rewind to me being an ambassador for our marathon: a "perk" of being an ambassador, is giving away two free race registrations to promote attention to the race. I entered Jim into "my" raffle. While the raffle is completely computerized (so we don't get accused of showing favoritism) I was hoping (& not hoping) Jim would NOT win my raffle. He didn't. I missed entering him in week 2, of a fellow ambassador's raffle. I entered him in week 3----> AND HE WON!!! He won a choice of a 5K registration, a 1/2 marathon or a marathon registration. He is well past the 3 mile ability so I proposed the 1/2 marathon. He said he "couldn't." I told him he was getting ready to run 6 miles. He COULD be ready by April. He was silent for a day but the idea quickly took root because he brought it up the next day & has been telling people his goal. 

TODAY was the day he started "upping" his mileage. He had refused to move past 5 miles until he was "ready."  In my opinion: he has been ready for sometime. I brought my Orange Mud hydraquiver with Tailwind Nutrition so he could start practicing with nutrition. He sipped every couple of miles & crushed a 6 miler. Jim is diabetic, now. I didn't know how he would respond to nutrition choices. I have had success with Tailwind, so I went straight to that for him. --SUCCESS-- 

Together we listened to music, slipped on ice, saw deer, heard a buck (!!!) & saw a young man on the trail as we were finishing our last mile. "What is he doing?" I thought. As we got closer, I realized he was taking photos of us. We waved as we passed & I left a card in his door, in the parking lot with our email. Maybe we'll see those pictures, later. :) 

So, now begins Jim's 1/2 marathon training. Everything "before" today was a base. Today, we started "building"... & it was good... & I was happy...

Started with shades: got foggy & covered in ice

Removed shades & had eyeballs blasted with bits of blowing ice & snow.

Cars driving down the center of the road & not seeing me made me nervous. Couldn't keep my eyes open, either.

I was "fine" but had a sheet of ice down the front of my jacket! 

Came home & finished miles on my treadmill. Only 7... planned 3 more later with Jim but now we're at a level 2. I hate to be the ba-humbug-er but I am... Tomorrow is another day...

Jim hit another "milestone", this week. He has done this stretch of road numerous times. It has an incline closer to the Metropark & Jim has used this stretch on all of his training miles. It has a line showing the boundary of the Metropark & the county road/private properties, nearby. He told me he was going to jump it. I told him 'no'. He did anyways... so I had to get a video on the way back. Jim: "I've been thinking about it. I've been wanting to do it. I have to do it. *jump* I couldn't even step over that awhile ago." 

---To YOU, it's a small hop. To US, it's a significant indication that his "single-leg" strength is returning.  We were all smiles to the finish.

 

The girls are on the 4-H Team Ohio National Shooting Sports team, again, this year. Hannah is on the rifle team & Jillian is on my air pistol team. This is a switch from last year. Hannah was on my air pistol team & Jillian was on the rifle team, last year. It was the first time Hannah used this specific rifle- with a rotary magazine & scope. She was all smiles. Jillian hates shooting pistols- but there is no recoil with air pistol so she has agreed to participate. :) It's a step toward being less fearful of regular pistols. She's naturally a good shot, so I'm rather insistent. I understand her feelings, though. I did NOT want to shoot pistols a few years ago. Heck, I didn't want to shoot ANYTHING a few years ago! :) --After a grumpy morning & sleepy drive there, it was all smiles when we arrived. Both girls thanked me when we got home. Jillian said, "Thank you for pushing me to do stuff I normally wouldn't choose to do. I had fun." WOW- that was really unexpected but appreciated.

We picked up two local 4-H kids & they rode to Delaware with us. We shared stories of Nebraska (Nationals) with some new kids while there. It was a good time. We had a meeting after practicing on the range, pizza then rode home. I admit I was tired but these kids make volunteer parents smile. Love my 4-H family.

 

My swim teacher is awesome. 💕 I was extremely anxious about, today. I told her so... "Why?!" was her expected response. "Because I haven't been here... I haven't practiced... I don't know what I'm doing. I'm anxious. It was EVERYTHING for me to get here, today." She spoke in calm tones and  we started at the beginning-- with gliding. I did for a bit. I tried to follow directions but my "instinct to not drown" (aka not relaxing) kicked in. I started kicking & before I knew it, my arms started moving, too. She never yells or scolds. I'm already embarrassed; I don't need her to add to it. She never does. She corrects my form; I try, again; she critiques; &, I try again. As she was working on my arm form- full extensions, I realized something. I had good strength, upper body & I wasn't kicking for dear life- a break through! As she corrected one thing, I'd drop something else. It's really hard for me to try & remember so many things at once. -It reminds me of the time Jim tried to teach me how to play the drums. I always started with my left foot... then added the right hand... then the left hand... I couldn't go out of order... & I could only add one thing at a time. Swimming is no different-- except that I find it easier. I have to get my hands "ready" in front of me, thumbs tucked in, remembering to arch my back, high elbows, thumbs in the water first, FULL arm extensions then "bent elbow"... I try to remember it all.

At one point I finished crossing the pool. I came up expecting a critique. There was silence... she was looking for a word... it's usually, "Better, now try doing this..." Her one word this time was "awkward." I busted out laughing. "You have NO idea! Awkward is my MIDDLE NAME. You should see me at a party. No one makes it more awkward than ME." We both busted out laughing. I had reverted back to windmilling arms. Another adjustment & I was feeling comfortable. -I won't stop my lessons with her. She's a perfect fit to my needs. She is straight talking, factual but kind- just what I appreciate.

By the end we were talking triathlons, swim weekends & poor sportsmanship during a tri. I am confident that she can get me to open water. I have no time frame- that takes the pressure off. When I decided to do a long distance race, I "knew" when I was ready for participation-- not necessarily to place, just participate. This is my goal now. I am shooting for "participation readiness". The rest will come, eventually. I feel so much less fearful after time with her. She is on vacation, next week; but will come in for my lesson. THAT is a true teacher! I am appreciative- & while still with trepidation- am confident I will learn to be a strong swimmer. I've had four lessons & have gone from zero to movement with no assisting devices. I just need to work out the combination of positioning "everything" in unison.

Like a toddler, it's not pretty right, now. It's actually kind of funny... but I'll get there. 👍🏼

New stuff, Baby! Sometimes "new" makes me excited. Sometimes it makes me scared & sick to my stomach! I started swim lessons, & while the teacher is nice, I am sick to my stomach with nerves, today. I did an easy three mile trail run with Lucy before the rain. I fell way off schedule working with a new account, dealing with employees, helping Jillian with a school project & just being exhausted. The sleep was wonderful but made me behind & kind of guilty.

I bought Jim a new winter coat. After being sick & losing so much weight, he needed one. He wanted it but didn't want to get it. It was at Sam's & 1/4 of retail. It fit him perfectly & it was another weight of letting go of the past. THAT made me feel good. I also scored on some new Newtons. A fellow running mom shared a link to an online retail store. I got my $180 Newtons for $36.18!!! Woohoo!!! So, I got 6 pairs in multiple colors- some for trails & winter weather, some for high road mileage, some light racing flats, etc. I'm set for a long time! THAT made me feel good, too.

Now, with a clean garage, school break & cold weather coming... I'm focusing on a marathon training group. Jim is not thrilled about it. This is not for social time. I have never been coached or taken advice from a running professional. I finally feel I'm ready. I'm not saying it will be smooth sailing. I know it will be--- I will be--- awkward. I'm wanting the next level in my marathon- a faster time. I've gotten this far solo. I'm ready to come out of the "runner closet"... & that scares me. How much do I want it? Enough to embarrass myself in front of others, I guess. Everything I've heard about speed work says everyone is awkward & uncomfortable... so maybe no one will notice me. 🤗

Not trying to be mean: I purposely didn't tell Jim about the Miracle on Main Street 5K race, today; so that I could RACE it. It was a "promo" race for the ambassadors to promote the Mercy Health Glass City Marathon. Jim asked if he could sign up, today, & I couldn't lie. If he participates, I stay with him. He tries so hard, right now, and I applaud his effort. He was having issues with his sugar, this evening. It was high then dropped to 52! YIKES!!! He fell asleep before we left but roused when I asked if he still wanted to come. He groggily got dressed. 

If we stayed together, it would be a lot slower pace, for me; but, I couldn't leave him. He gets emotional, easily when his sugar spikes and crashes. As a married couple, it's better to not insist on your own way, all of the time. A rift right now isn't worth it to me. So I decided to stay with him.

Before the race: We talked to supportive people, happy to see Jim. 

During: Jim set the pace & I just stayed with him. As we ran, I saw a woman that came ahead of us at the Race For Recovery 5K. We stayed behind her and the gap kept shrinking. I pointed her out and Jim steadily gained on her. He passed her! She didn't like it and passed us... then Jim picked up the pace and passed her, again. I was so proud! It was a personal victory. I didn't want her to do poorly, I just wanted Jim to do well & have a mini goal- someone to gain on and pass. It still wasn't a post sickness PR, but it is more experience under his belt.

After the finish line: The announcer announced "Jim Speer... Speer... Here come the SPEER's!" as we crossed the line, together. Jim spoke to others, happy to see him... then we saw a GIANT-human-Christmas-tree cross the finish line- fully lit with ornaments!!! Many dressed up in costume but this guy was over the top! :) -I couldn't help but laugh!

We didn't stay for awards... but we got to walk back to the van hand-in-hand without kids. We kept the peace. I think not racing was worth it. 

I have completely shut down, today. Caffeinated AM led to school drop offs & climbing back into bed when home... at least until 10:30 when I had a school pick up. Still dressed for a run, I vow I will run this afternoon! I drag my feet by making a few business calls. Now, I'm past the point of hungry. I eat chili & say I will still try for a 5-miler in a bit-- maybe 3... after some digestion. I notice it is sleeting. 😕 I really don't want to... but I hope to gather myself together & still get to it. Friday is usually a complete shut down after a busy week... Tomorrow is a long run. Sunday is a 5K race. It's ok to rest. It's okay to rest. My cat is cuddling & telling me to "stay". I will for a bit.

Ok... I went out. Life is better... :)

Jim did his first Turkey Trot, this Thursday. It was a 5 mile race in Cleveland with +13,000 runners! It was my second Turkey Trot. I had done this same race the year before. Last year, I had gone solo, however. I kept my head down & didn't talk to anyone. THIS year, I wasn't alone. I also "dressed up" as Pocahontas! While some found this concept objectionable, I did it anyways. Even Jim dressed up! I found him an Indian/costume shirt that he wore over his running clothes. It was a fun way to talk to people. 

While the pace was slower this year, I knew it was a "start" to a tradition. As Jim crunched his numbers & his placement in his age group, he said, "I could have done better." -This may eventually be true... but let's look at where he was just a few short weeks ago. He JUST hit the 5 mile mark... He has improved his pace for those 5 miles... Cleveland isn't FLAT like Toledo... We had to DODGE thousands of walkers, dogs, strollers, more walkers, people stopping for water, more walkers, etc. 

Jim is figuring out the logistics of racing. I had him run far left, not mid-pack. As we were moving through a water station, I motioned that we needed to move to the center of the road- especially if we were not participating--> move to the middle of the road or someone will STOP directly in front of you. Jim: "I'm learning." :)

I stopped for many pictures. I wanted Jim to remember this milestone/this race. He was so focused on the distance & inclines he didn't look around much. I felt like a new mom taking pictures of her baby's first steps. I took pictures of Jim crossing the bridge, in front of the Cleveland Indian's Progressive Field, in front of Cleveland landmarks & of course, at the finish with his medal. When we finished, I unwrapped my medal & put it around his neck. He got very emotional, "I couldn't have done it without you." Me: "Yes you could." Jim: "You're right but I wouldn't have..." Me: "THAT is true."

"SARAH!" Out of 13,000 runners, I heard my name & saw a familiar face! WHAT are the chances?! Apparently, better than I thought! I saw a fellow INKnBURN ambassador on the race course! :)

We saw many costumed runners. Most were not in costumes but a fair amount made for a festive time.

My prediction for Jim (& what I told him about his age group "placement"): I reminded him of the above facts. He agreed. "I KNOW, next year you are going to CRUSH this time. I have NO DOUBT. You just started this mileage & you have plans to greatly increase your mileage. Next year is going to be complete obliteration of this time... but you've set the bar & will easily exceed it, next year." --I TRULY believe this. Healthy enough for "participation" was the goal, this year. PR will be the easy goal, next year.  Fun run? It was supposed to be. It was... but it's also part of a bigger plan.

I was able to do another 5 miler, the next day, at a quicker pace. I am grateful for a sport to share or keep to myself. I look forward to Jim gaining confidence, speed, miles, race medals & his own stories... Eventually, we will have our own races. I expect this. For now, it's hard not to "have my own race." In the long run, I know I'm gaining a running partner & he'll speed up or figure out it's okay to run our own pace/race & meet at the finish line. For now, sharing the experience & watching his progress gives me confidence in the human body's abilities. I see my progress... watching his fast gains has been inspirational.

Bring on the 1/2 marathon. :)

I was shooting for 15 miles, today. I was cutting it close- time wise- to get home & get Hannah to college. I got 13 miles then flew like a bat out of Hades to get home, cleaned up & back out the door. As I was running, I felt good. I ran all 13 & it crossed my mind that I never thought I'd be able to do this. My last 13 milers have been consistent running- no walking. This run was "effortless". Effortless?!?! When did I EVER think I would use that adjective to describe a 1/2 marathon!??! I have battled bizarre one of a kind injuries & poor biomechanics. I've gone from complete ignorance in every aspect of gear, weather, pace, shoes, tech, running groups, nutrition & local trails... to, now, having experience as well as a plethora of information at my disposal. --I easily could have hit my 15 miles if it wasn't for the time constraint. So, 15 is this week's run. I'm not concerned about pace, right now. Endurance will translate into speed, eventually. I'm remembering form as I go along. It feels good to be cognizant of how everything's working "together". It makes you appreciative. I ran solo, today; but my mind was with Jim & the girls, Lucy, our past year & how our girls are becoming good people. I had my Tailwind nutrition, Orange Mud hydraquiver, Garmin, Rock My Run music, lightweight Newton shoes, INKnBURN Steampunk tights, my mace & a straight "frame". I reflected on chiropractor appointments & my one appointment with my last physical therapist. Her counsel was kind & to the point. It was uncomfortable implementing her directions at the beginning. My whole body hurt as I was making it move extremely differently than what it has been accustomed to for the past 47 years! BUT-- what GAINS I've made since then! I reflected on how I "found" each piece of my puzzle-- through trial & error. Now, they are all part of my routine. I finally have a personal combination that works for me.

I reflect that I am seven years ahead of Jim on this running journey... & how I can help him avoid many of the pitfalls I've hit in the past. He is already a seasoned athlete & past where I was on his running timeline compared to my own. I look forward to sharing information I've acquired & look forward to having company!

On our last 5 miler, together, Jim stated he wanted to run the East coast, the West coast, Canada & down South. I told him about some of my bucket races. " 'My' bucket races"... they were foreign to my family. It feels really GREAT to share these goals with my new running friend. We may never get to these places but it's cool talking about it. 💕

Jim & I have always been a team; but, it has moved to a true friendship, now. We have time to reconnect while running in a way we never have in the past. It's an amazing feeling sharing your vulnerabilities & strengths with someone during a run.

I'm looking forward to sharing some running memories with him as well as goals. 💕

Seven years of trial & error... seven years without a regular running partner... "Girl! It's about time!"

It was a cold morning. While I KNEW it would be cold, & I KNEW it would make it easier for Lucy to run, it was still bone chilling for me. I knew I wouldn't mind once the race got started... once I started running & the woods would block some of the wind. UNTIL the start, I trotted with Lucy hoping she would "movement" before the race start-- nope. Why go "before" a race when you can go "during" the race --4 times? Yes, we pee'd & poo'ed along the course a few times. We helped a friend that fell & it took us a mile & 1/2 to settle down & get into a rhythm. There were a lot of things to smell & lots of new faces to see. It took 1/2 of the race to calm down & "just run". 

Today was a prediction run. You predicted how long it would take you to run a 5K & then, without a watch, the closest predicted times won a large frozen turkey. Lucy & I were WAY off, 1 1/2 minutes off. Some people were seconds off their time. I was okay with not winning a turkey. The charity was Planned Pethood & what we used each time we rescued an animal & had it neutered. Lucy is the prime example of rescue animal, adopt, spayed all through community programs. Today was also just a run through the park with her. She doesn't know of the larger picture. 

At the finish, we waited near a fire to stay warm. The hosting family had donuts for the humans & dog treats for the dogs. I gave Lucy a treat & she immediately pushed it out of her mouth. As a fellow Toledo Roadrunner finished, he came to say hello & pet Lucy. She is normally reclusive but darted over to see him. The weight of Lucy quickly lurches me to different directions. I DROPPED my donut, much to Lucy's delight, & she chomped it up (covered in rich fiber dried leaves, dirt & small twigs)! I blamed George & we all chuckled. I think they were "in" on it, together. ;) 

We didn't win a turkey but putting that medal around Lucy's neck was a big deal for me. She has logged many miles with me over the years. It isn't an expensive Olympian medal but it proves she is capable. We came in 8th overall. I think she was the second dog to cross the finish line. We didn't have our fastest pace; but, it was good to be out there with her. Considering we stopped a total of FIVE TIMES & slowed to sniff (but I told her no), we finished in 30:28. (??? I THINK that's what the man behind me called out ???) I predicted 29 minutes. We saw friends & Lucy got some socializing. 

A good time by all...

Being a mom is tough, today. I got into a "discussion" about homeschooling, this week. While at one time we considered it as a viable avenue, I am glad we "didn't". For a person to think they are the best  teacher- 100% of the time- is completely unrealistic. I am not just talking social interaction, either. What happens if something happens to the parent? The child has been in a controlled environment & will have a shock at some point in their life. As I tried to reason, a woman says, "Homeschooling is the best!" --End of conversation-- It is the very thing I don't want our girls to be, unreasonable. Our girls have been in public school. I have spent many hours at their school as a presence. The girls grew up knowing they could go to the nurse & call me if their teacher ever made them feel uncomfortable. There is a fine line between being respectful of authority & allowing them to be abusive. The girls knew a teacher's authority was relative not absolute. We attempted to build up our school district by working in & with the school as often as possible. Our girls know what a good place home is. They appreciate this safe place & while they would rather not be in the cattle barn of school, it has helped them appreciate College Credit Plus & an early dismissal with college credit. Working with public school has not been easy but the girls have a good sense of schedule & what battles to pick up & which to leave alone. I don't think homeschooling teaches this.

Now, however, the girls look to further education. They trust me & I feel overwhelmed guiding them,  today. Scholarship applications are overwhelming. I expect the girls to work.  They will & they will earn their grade. I can say I did not slant any grade toward their advantage in a homeschool setting. I have seen this. Our girls can show their work & not "boast" being the top GPA of their class of homeschooled one. It sounds mean. I'm not trying to be mean. I think kids need empathy but realistic views of the world. A parents' job is to protect their kids from harm... if it's there... but a parent needs to prepare their kid for the world. Sheltering your kid doesn't help them survive. Thriving is possible in harsh conditions if a parent is present to guide.

Today, though, this parent is fried. I'm laying in bed, brain dead... but then I listen to the girls talking about Pokémon & laughing. They interact well with each other & us. They are good people. We're all doing our best. I know homeschooled parents think they are doing good deeds. I just don't view it as long lastingly beneficial.  I am fried this Friday- dealing with school & college schedules of two girls that don't drive. I will miss this,someday... but not today.

No school this next week is a welcome break for all of us! Momma's gonna sleep!

I had a great swim lesson, today! It was the first lesson "back" after a few weeks. -I finally have enough upper body mobility to swim. I fell trail running about three weeks ago. I bruised ribs & hurt cartilage & soft tissue when my phone jammed into my rib cage. Life was limited for a few weeks; but, I'm coming back to my old schedule.

I get embarrassed that I'm an old lady learning to swim. I DO share this information, though; because I find relief in not keeping it a "secret" that I suck at swimming. -The life guards, where I take lessons, are young enough to be my children! It's hard to swallow your pride & be vulnerable. My teacher, however, is older than me. She is kind, respectful & supportive. She doesn't expect me to just "know it". I know I'm over analyzing "everything" but I'm being asked to remember many new body alignments- back, knees, ankles, hips, wrists, arms, shoulders, etc-- all at ONCE! :( Today, however, as I figured out my "cupped hands" & KEPT them cupped... my FEET followed!!! It was the strongest I've felt in the water, EVER! -The only thing I can equate it to is running & pumping your arms-- your feet follow your arm speed. I had been frantically kicking to keep from sinking. As I figured my hand & arm entry, I slowed my kick. My arms were HELPING, now! It was an INCREDIBLE feeling pulling myself through the water! --I SOOOO want to get back into the pool, tomorrow. I may head to the water to get more time. Swimming is the missing link in my triathlete endeavors. I don't expect to be a great swimmer, biker or runner... but the challenge to learn is more of a draw than anything. I was never allowed to participate in sports growing up-- so I have a STEEP learning curve. Learning new things related to what I'm participating in, now, is pretty empowering. If you can get past the thought of being embarrassed, the feeling of breaking past your own self-imposed limitations is extremely liberating! 

It makes me want to start cello lessons, again! I LOVE my cello!!! I want to go to the gun range & shoot my pistol & rifle. I LOVE shooting! I want to do a stained glass project!!! I LOVE glass! -BUT triathlon, first-- what a "smack" to where I came from. Not trying to be disrespectful... but a definite defiance of my "can't you just sit quietly & do what you're told" background. 

My MIND struggles with "you don't NEED this"... to "what's wrong with learning this?" I fight guilt- but when I meet a training goal, or learn a new skill, I am STOKED!!! I fight guilt, again, the next day... but I keep DOING IT! :) I'm JUST as worth the time investment as providing "the opportunity" for our daughters. I deserve a chance, too. I know this... but I don't feel I deserve it. The battle is real. Training is a lesson in self respect for me. So... I fight nature... & then I nurture... Tomorrow, I swim... or run... or bike... or pull out my cello... or get the new pattern started for a new stained glass idea... or head to the gun range...

I almost skipped participating in Churchill's because of fear of performance. I knew if I didn't participate I'd REGRET it. Afterwards: I always feel like I should have pushed harder to get a better time. "I know I had a bit more." I did; but, today was about seeing where I was "at". Training needs to get a bit more serious, now; but, overall, I'm not feeling too bad for "a training run."


Race recap: I've been logging miles with Jim, then I've finished running while he rides his bike. My miles have been choppy & at multiple paces. I didn't know WHAT I could do, today. The unknown made me cruise "comfortably." I've never run this particular race. I've always volunteered. This past year had choppy training & many missed races; so I figured I'd see where I was "at"- by myself, while Jim was at work. I knew the course was "hilly". I played it conservatively "just in case". All in all, I felt ok. I felt some twinges here & there during the elapsed time but nothing that made me need to stop. 

Pre race: I saw fellow ambassadors, some moms from a mom's running group & Bonnie Kimpling-Kelly. We all had the same plan: no definite time goal, just finish & see.

At the start line, I got my jacket zipper stuck! I fumbled but it was high near my neck & I couldn't "see" it. I knew I was going to unzip as I warmed up. I NEEDED to get that zipper fixed before the start! I felt foolish but saw familiar faces that helped. Irina Ashton, Martha Shearman, Dawn Dupler Whitakerchuckled & helped a sad runner out. 

Runners on the course: I saw a woman running bare foot. I got passed by a woman pushing her baby in a jogging stroller. I played leap frog with a few ladies during the last 3 miles. I passed jogging stroller mom on the inclines & gave her a "Good job". I saw a woman vomiting at the top of a LONG hill. I sent help her way but couldn't watch as she "repeated." 

I saw supportive people on the course: some strangers, some familiar- Rachel Hsu Foreman & Traci Lynne Branch gave big smiles & a high-5 each. It made me SO happy & gave me a recharge right before those hills. I'm sure that's why I passed jogger mom. :)

At the end, I saw smiling  Joan Mathews, Aaron Z. Haydu, Tom Silva, Dianna Ashton, Jessica Knapp & others. I talked with some TRRC people to see if they could correct my name on the list. I was listed as "Sarah Speck". 😆 I'm not THAT short! 😁 -I saw a woman crying. I thought it was her first 1/2 & she was overcome with good feelings. "Mary" shared that her father-in-law had just died that morning. I hugged her. All of this past year's feelings of needing to cry came flooding back. I told her she needed to let her family know she finished & that this race was dedicated to him. We talked about his illness & him passing at home. I let her know "home" is a good place & the only place to be when you're sick. I explained Jim's desire to be home even though he shouldn't have been. Her father-in-law had people around him that cared & a quiet place he could rest- outside of the hospital. I also suggested we get some food. After 13 miles & crying, food would help! 

This race was a "check" of where I am. I wasn't first. I wasn't last. I'm happy I participated & eager to improve. It was a good event. I came solo; but I definitely wasn't alone.

(Photo by Dawn after she fixed my jacket zipper & POPPED me in the chin!) ;) 

My first day back at the gym! I tried a push up, last night to see if I had any strength- or discomfort.  I would gauge it to see if I could try swimming, today. I felt a "rip" across my right pectoral. I stopped. It shocked me but it wasn't "terribly" painful. I tried, again. I got four. They were full push ups- not knee push ups... but they were slow... & only four! It was NOT comfortable & a test to decided to try the gym- swimming or weights. I did a light workout. One station of a lot of different things. Then, I saw my old swim coach! I was embarrassed. She didn't say hello. Should I? It was like seeing an old boyfriend. Do you say: "Hello- I'm in a new relationship"? Do you have to say anything at all? I approached her & said hello. She definitely remembered me. I explained I was taking swim lessons, again. I told her I needed to "back up to basics a bit farther. You told me I was 'wind milling'." I explained some corrected techniques I've learned & how I'm having success with kick & arm entry. "Well, we'll see you back when you're ready." I was thinking: "I'll stay where I'm at..." -I just nodded & wished her a good workout. -I worked out a bit more-- floundered at what came easily a few weeks ago. I still can't do chest or back exercises. Any arm exercises are still surprisingly difficult. The doctor said he will "go to town on that rib" at my next visit. I thought he did, already! He did not. It would explain a lot. 😕 All in all, things are getting back to normal in many ways. This is just a hiccup that is not uncommon in my clumsy life. 😁

Jim is most definitely "out of the woods". Life is different but settling back to a "normal" routine. For the first time in a LONG time, I am planning races a year in advance, again. I'm dreaming of marathons in other states & thinking it "may be possible." Life isn't just about running-- but it's given me a strength I never knew I had. It has given me soul searching moments, peace & enough stubbornness to think outside the box to figure out how to tackle insurmountable obstacles. I've been elevated & humbled by Running. My journey isn't anything that many haven't already experienced... It is a unique experience to me, however. Running helps any honest person understand their limits... right before they declare goals just beyond those limits. 😁 I am no elite but... sometimes... it sure feels like I can reach the clouds. 💕

Hero Hustle race, today: a race to raise money & awareness for organ & tissue donation. The past 2 years I have placed in my age group--BUT-- I came alone. This year, I ran it with Jim & Lucy. They rerouted the course & included the hill/overpass to Fallen Timbers monument. Jim struggled on the incline. Lucy was good-- for a dog... but she's still the unknown variable during every run.

Part of me wanted to race, as I've done the past 2 years, at this event. I wanted to compare this year's training to previous years... but I've left Jim ONCE during a fun run & it didn't sit well in our relationship. I'm sure Jim will eventually get faster than me. If I'm not here from the beginning of his journey I'll regret it, later. So I stayed with him, today. It was frustrating for him. I slowed as much as I could & would head to the side until he caught up. He's had better races... but he also worked from from 5PM to 1AM then came home, tried to sleep & was up at 7-ish for the race. -This is all investment time & investment mileage. I know my running partner will help me when I'm struggling a year from now. 💕 In reflection, I realize I wasn't nervous about, today. Being with someone, even in a costume, with no inhaler-- I wasn't nervous. It truly was a "cause" & fun run (for me, anyways).

Tomorrow is my long run. Jim will run some miles with me & bike the rest. I welcome the company. It's been a bit lonely at times. If slowing down & having company is the deal-- I'm in it for the long run. 💕

It's been almost 2 weeks since I fell trail running. I can get into bed without screaming, now. Yes, I was literally crying out in pain when I had to lay down, move in bed or get up. Coughing or sneezing were horribly painful... & even breathing was uncomfortable.

This week I tried weight lifting, again. I knew I wouldn't be able to do any chest or back exercises. I figured I would work arms & legs. I started with light bicep work & was dumbfounded that my chest was hurting during these exercises-- even at the light weight! I didn't realize how much you used your core even for bicep and arm work. I tried tricep pulley work. The same strain was felt at the right side of my torso. I think I made matters worse because I am sore, again, just standing.

I told Jim & he joked, "Did you say 'boom' when you went boom?" I laughed then whined. "Too soon?" he asked. I explained that when I fell, I just turned to my side... "Then took a picture," Jim added, "Like Justin Beiber" (in the Ben Stiller movie before he dies). We started laughing. I know it looks vain on the surface; but, I document almost all of highs & lows of training. Falling is inevitable when trail running. I didn't think I hurt myself as much as I did. -I've had my fair share of scrapes but this one is the longest lasting trail injury I've sustained (bruised ribs). My "Lucy injury" (dislocated SI joint & hip out of socket) is an ongoing strengthening cause; but, that wasn't running related. It has affected my ability to run-- but it wasn't caused by Running.

For now, I can gingerly run & try to keep working secularly & around the house. I'm not swimming as the "pulling" motion is straining. I'm better this week & look forward to being stronger next week. As I'm less sore, I plan on popping the rib back into alignment at a chiropractor's visit. Until then I do what I can, as I can. I'm sticking to miles on pavement & gravel trails to avoid tree roots and another face plant. Missing my trail miles but enjoying Jim's company on the pavement for my longer runs.

There is a great weight removed when you admit your limitations. I find this makes you more approachable. I enjoy expressing my good and bad moments in running & training. Some say I share too much... but, I find it appeals to other "late bloomers" like I was. I didn't try running until I was 40. I thought people "just KNEW" what they were good at-- from a young age. Nature vs nurture? I believed nature was the deciding factor. THEN... something happened. I got a pep talk (repeatedly) & I tried. I tried running: secretly, solo, privately. It wasn't pretty, at the start... but after I started trail running-- I just wanted to keep going. I wanted others- especially women- to have this weight removed of what a woman needed to "look" like. I wanted women to feel strong, confident & capable. So I started "preaching the gospel". I was asked to be an ambassador for the Glass City Marathon. I started a blog to promote the race... & found great joy in keeping this running diary! I would write the good, the bad & the ugly of running. I would share the beauty of the woods through photos as well as the silly, crude stories of runny noses & tired legs. If people could see the "journey", I hoped they would see a "regular mom" could have success, too. 

Eventually, a mom from our 4-H group started texting me. She explained running to her barn... then running there & back... -Eventually she accepted a challenge to do a 5K from a workmate.  She & her husband started a Couch to 5K program. We spoke often and I gave her information on running apps, shoes, clothes, pace, etc. I planned on showing up to cheer at their race. Then Jim started running, again-- farther... faster... He wanted to run this event, too. So we did. (Photo by Running with Larry Photography)

Our 4-H family finished their race. Jim said the look on Dawn's face was: "YEAH! I can do this! What ELSE can I do?" Does it matter what their pace was? -NO- Imagine how good I felt when I was told: "Sarah, this is 'XXXX'. She challenged me to run. You inspired me to run." --WOW!-- I've been told some pretty amazing stuff. People have thanked me in many different ways for encouragement... but this is a compliment I won't forget! Someone paid it forward to me. I LOVE, LOVE, LOVE seeing the look on new runners' faces! It's an ego boost; an a-ha moment; a realization that there is physically & mentally more in us than we know. "The SKY is the limit" realization is a force for good!

 So where are WE, now? Jim is, steadily, increasing his mileage. He cut his hair. He has gained muscle & we spend time, together, with the girls. Running is not the most important thing in our life; but we ENJOY it... & we enjoy time, together. Time together IS important... & we're loving every mile...